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Iliana St. James | 26 Chosen Witch && Veterinarian trying to find my place in the world ( all I want you to do is be my love )

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kylexkane:

“Why not?! I’d take care of you.. until we grew bored.” Thinking it over, he sighed. “Okay, fine. You won.” Stroking her hair lightly, toying with the ends, Kyle jolted and sat up, staring at her. “You take that back right now. I am not like her!”

“I think the line is--'till death do us part.'. Not boredom. Otherwise you'd have been gone long ago.” But the jolt startled her, and she shifted, flopped onto the cushion, rolling her eyes “Your tantrum is ruining the DuLoc song in Shrek, Kyle.” There was light scolding. But she crawled on top, sitting on his lap. “I promise never to consider your personality like your sisters ever again.” Furthering her point, she kissed his cheek, jaw, moving along the side of his face with quick pecks, smiling slightly. “Forgive me so I can rewind it and sing along to the song?”

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kylexkane:

“You realize you’re dating a multi-billionaire, right? You wouldn’t need to work a single day if you’d let me be your.. what are they called? Sugar daddy.”

“I realize I'm dating a very wealthy man, yes. But I love working. This isn't the seventeenth century—you can't keep me locked away in the house, tending to your needs at all hours of the day.” She dropped her head, pressing a light kiss to the middle of his chest. Pulling a look, brows knitted together. “For a man who fights tooth and nail to be unlike his sister... that was a very Kendall-like comment. Are you looking to be in the business of Sugar Daddy-ing?” Iliana tried to fight the smile.

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kylexkane:

“Happily,” he promised, cupping her cheek as she looked, felt as happy as he did. It wasn’t perfect, but he could manage well enough. They were managing well enough. Shifting, laying on the couch with her pillowed against his chest, he grinned. “She’ll never believe you–and I never said I was going to let you out of hte house after this.”

She shifted—though there wasn't much option with him laying down, and she pressed her cheek to his chest. There was an absence of a heartbeat—but the stillness calmed her more than anything else ever had in life. She could hear the sudden breathing, and she tilted her head up, chin rested against his chest. Admiring him was a habit she developed in her teens, never ending up until their moment now. “You can't keep me prisoner here, I have to work you know. Not all of us are a thousand years old, with money coming out of our bums.”

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kylexkane:

“Is that a promise or a threat?” Kyle gently mocked, arching a brow as Shrek’s theme music played and she climbed into his lap. Humming into the kiss, he gently nipped her bottom lip. “What was it I did this time? It’s the onesie, huh?” He couldn’t help teasing her, leaning in to nuzzle her neck, chuckling as Smash Mouth began to sing. “Love you.”

“I don't know, I suppose you'll have to wait and find out.” Grinning, the nod broke free, matching the euphoric expression. Nights like this, simple—together. Perfect. “I definitely think it's the onesie. Its changed you.” Turning her head, Iliana ready to hum the song as it was, softened for the moment. “I love you, too.” There was a moment, and she reached for the popcorn. “Wow—that onesie has changed you. Kendall would never believe how wonderfully happy you are right now.”

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kylexkane:

An arm wrapped around her shoulders, stretching to flick her horn before it gouged him. On the swing back, it connected and he jolted, closing the mildly inconvenienced eye. “You look good when you’re horny,” Kyle quipped with a grin.

Sensing the jolt, the laugh followed suit easily, and she craned her head to look back at him. “You mess with the unicorn, you get the horns, Kane.” She grinned, cheeky smile following suit. Shift, turn, and she climbed into his lap, still on the couch. Arms around his neck, re-adjusting her hood and kissing him. “I think you and I both know when I'm horny—without the unicorn puns.”

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kylexkane:

“Your eternal grump of a boyfriend happens to enjoy staying inside. Away from people. Except you.” He sat next to her, kissed her cheek. “Mostly.” His grin was quick, a little wicked.

It was clockwork, he sat and she curled up against his side, letting one of the many foster cats slip off into their corner, where she had set their bed. “I like your onesie, it’s a good look.”

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kylexkane:

Kyle shuffled into the living room in his dinosaur onesie, animals trailing as they tended to at Iliana’s place. “Are you sure this is how you want to spend the last bit of the year?” he asked, putting the movie into the player.

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Iliana, adorned with her unicorn onesie, swung her horn-covered head around and grinned. “This is definitely how I want to spend New Years Eve. Why? Did my eternal grump of a boyfriend want to go out and celebrate?”

[kjfitzapa]

Life is short. The world is wide. I want to make some memories.

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kylexkane:

A hand released hers, if just to skim his thumbnail along her bottom lip. “You’re welcome to wear as much or as little as you want at my house.” Although the kiss was too quick for him to respond, his lips pressed together anyway, treasuring her taste. “Miss St. James, if you keep complimenting me, my ego may become impossible. Are you sure you could handle that?” he teased.

Iliana was a faint tone of rose when he suggested it, fumbling over two feet for the most part. She still was stunned to his touch. “Oh dear—“ But the murmur was for herself more than him—even if it was crystal clear. Leaning in a bit closer, she grinned. The world didn't exist to them—mainly to Iliana. “I think it's far too gone for me to ever inflict it in anyway.” But she stood, lips pressed to his, the gesture lingered—her heels aided in less stretch to kiss her paramour. “I don't think I've ever been able to handle you—but I'm always up for the challenge. Are we staying at your place tonight or mine?”

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kylexkane:

A smooth movement and Kyle dipped her low, lingering in that hold for a moment. Lifting her, they continued the dance, the steps simple and natural after too many years. “You are my queen. Will that be enough?” he wondered, if just aloud to himself. “I suppose I could make things easier and just return it when I’m done with it.” In a pile of dust, but she didn’t know.

The laugh broke, secured in his arms, she could've let go then and there, and he would've hung onto her, held her—she loved him so much. Teeth sunk into her bottom lip, coy to hide the smile as she swayed. “I can accept your terms, so long as it doesn't require me ever wearing a crown or a full frock and gown around your house.” Excited—happy--or whatever it was to call the feeling of euphoria that followed being with him, being held by him, she did nothing more than quickly kiss him on the lips. “I love you—even more knowing you came as my date—I just might be the luckiest person here.”

[oblivion-crackships]

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤAs long as you notice ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤI’m hoping that you’ll keep your heart open ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤI’ll keep mine open too

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kylexkane:

“You look like my queen,” he answered smoothly enough, gently resting his hand to the small of her waist before they began to waltz at his lead. A smile appeared, small and sly. “I stole it from Wallers.”

“You know I don't have the makings to be a queen—“ He spun her, and she followed, effortless in his movements, Iliana was about a puppet in his hands—happily. “Maybe a court jester—or a peasant, my ancestors have the lucky habit of being peasants, I'm sure of it.” Small giggle, and her own milky hues narrowed. “You can't be stealing from the mayor.” She leaned into him during the movement, smile brimming. “But I suppose it adds to your charm. Will you be leaving him a small thank-you note for the forceful borrowing, or should I craft one on my way out?”

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rose-petrovsky:

Rose blinked, stared in confusion into Iliana’s face for a solid minute before shaking her head and deciding she was far drunker than she anticipated because she had no clue what had just happened. Her eyes dropped to the glass in her hand, eyed it thoughtfully as if to consider whether or not the contents had been messed with. “Oh, thanks. Yeah, I didn’t really bring a lot along with me so I’ve had to do a bunch of online shopping to deal with my wardrobe. Wasn’t expecting to stay.” She gave Iliana a tight smile. “Don’t really have a choice now. Nice, uh.” She gestured vaguely to all of the other woman, drank deeply from her glass again. “Did you conjure up your outfit or what?”

Iliana shrugged—some newcomers were still adjusting to magic, and she was open to being a gentle hand when needed. “Don’t worry—I was about the same when I arrived here—even if I knew I was coming, I had barely any time to pack.” But that was in the past. Her mention—and Iliana understood completely. Human. If only Rose understood it was Iliana’s magic keeping her here, on command and word of the original witches themselves. Shyly blushing, she sipped the champagne. “No—“ The temporary blonde giggled. “My friend—my boyfriend’s sister was insistent I wear it—though she’s a fair bit taller than me, I had to shorten it quite a bit with magic—I’m not as leggy as she is…”

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rose-petrovsky:

Rose’s eyes went wide behind her own mask, a bit bleary with champagne. “They’re gonna arrest you for taking off the mask,” she claimed dramatically, tapping the corner of her own as she glanced around them. “The fun police are coming for you.” She turned back, smiled, sipped more champagne. “I am enjoying the waterfall of free booze. And yourself?”

“I'm sure I'll find a way out of it—“ And there were small perks to her position. Waiter passing, she reached for the champagne flute. Mask raised, and magic binds rose the straps, intricately tying them, invisibly, onto her face one more, as she sipped the bubbly fluid. “See? No harm, no foul.” The thought of enjoyment—when it was considered work—was a bit of a risk. For that, she shrugged slightly. “I suppose it's going as good as it can. I'm afraid my boyfriend has left to run off somewhere—so I'm just making my rounds, as best as I can—I like your dress though—did you buy it for the party?”

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kylexkane:

He wanted to watch the town, not suffer like a passenger on a cramped subway. This was the ideal time to cause trouble and he wasn’t keen on letting a mistake happen again. The food tasted different, the drink as well. But her scent was the same and so, in fact, was her effect on him with softening his eyes and smile. The most fatal of weaknesses. “Never,” he promised and offered his hand, although the brooding expression never left his features, even with the plain black mask that was as ordinary as he viewed himself. Truth be told, he’d snagged one of the mayor’s spares.

Habit had her slipping her hand into his, the small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. Due diligence and duties came before everything else—Iliana didn't want that. Not now—nor this dance. It would be she and him. As they were in Camelot. As she always longed to be with him. Footsteps fell in line, and she'd managed thus far not to trip over the hem of the dress Kendall insisted she wear—something from a period Iliana never thought to know someone from. Half smile spread, and she tilted her head. “You look like a man of mystery in that mask—“ She reached up, fingers traced it, before setting her hand on his shoulder. “How long have you had that hidden around?”

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Iliana was admiring the pool of people, swaying to the music within the grant room, the soothing tunes simple enough to make everyone fall in love. For that, and she turned her head, craned, and found him. Kyle Kane. Her boyfriend, confidant—love. Now, apparently—it felt to the witch—was being avoided to stop the dreaded question she might ask him—if he wanted to dance. Hand ran down his back, resting in its middle as she smiled, making herself known. The bar before him, waving on the waiter who sought to get her a drink, as she straightened her mask. “Is the bar more interesting than a dance with your girlfriend?”

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